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<p><hi rend="underline">His</hi> fancy soars on most ungoverned wing –<lb/> | |||
'' | He deems all Kings are like our England's King!<lb/> | ||
And Howley – he's a <sic>bishope</sic> – stakes his word<lb/> | |||
No moral saint <hi rend="underline">can</hi> reach our Sovereign lord –<lb/> | |||
And <add>Blackstone –</add> (who shall say shut Blackstone he's?)<lb/> | |||
Told us in Anno's time, Our king never dies –<lb/> | |||
Tho' she died then, – & others had <del>been</del> ill,<lb/> | |||
Mad, moody – long before – & are so still.<lb/> | |||
Yet who shall doubt when Blackstone or when Howley<lb/> | |||
<del>Pledge their</del> <add>Makes his</add> proud fame – Your democratic folly<lb/> | |||
<unclear>Trenches</unclear> upon their wisdom – you rebel<lb/> | |||
Gainst those who are the lords of earth & hell –<lb/> | |||
And can – with one slight whisper – hang you here<lb/> | |||
And send you to condign damnation there!</p> | |||
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His fancy soars on most ungoverned wing –
He deems all Kings are like our England's King!
And Howley – he's a bishope – stakes his word
No moral saint can reach our Sovereign lord –
And Blackstone – (who shall say shut Blackstone he's?)
Told us in Anno's time, Our king never dies –
Tho' she died then, – & others had been ill,
Mad, moody – long before – & are so still.
Yet who shall doubt when Blackstone or when Howley
Pledge their Makes his proud fame – Your democratic folly
Trenches upon their wisdom – you rebel
Gainst those who are the lords of earth & hell –
And can – with one slight whisper – hang you here
And send you to condign damnation there!
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